Wedge and his trusty servant Farmboy "fly" along through the woods. Suddenly
they come upon a stream crossing where two pilots are battling in a heated
dogfight with imaginary X-wings. One wears a green flight suit, the other wears
an extremely bulky black one. Wedge stops and watches the fight.

The two pilots attempt to "vape" each other in many various ways. Finally, when
the green pilot charges the black pilot, the black pilot pokes his "s-foil"
(otherwise known as a hand) straight into the green pilot's eyes. The green
pilot falls to the ground, bleeding profusely. The black pilot steps forward
and wipes his hand on the green pilot. Wedge, impressed with the black pilot's
fighting, motions to Farmboy and they "fly" forward.

Wedge: You fight with the strength of many men, sir pilot. (The black pilot
does not respond) I am Wedge Antilles, Commander of Rogue Squadron. (no
response) I seek the finest and the bravest pilots in the galaxy to join me at
headquarters on Coruscant. (no response) You have proved yourself worthy. Will
you join me? (no response) You make me sad. So be it! Come, Farmboy!

As Wedge and Farmboy start to fly past the black pilot, he suddenly speaks:

Black Pilot: NONE SHALL PASS.

Wedge: (taken aback) What?

Black Pilot: NONE SHALL PASS.

Wedge: I have no squirrel with you, good sir pilot, but I must cross this
bridge.

Black Pilot: THEN YOU SHALL DIE.

Wedge: I command you, as commander of Rogue Squadron, to stand aside.

Black Pilot: I MOVE FOR NO MAN.

Wedge: So be it!

A short battle ensues, where Wedge, unencumbered by his orange flightsuit (which
is much lighter than the black pilot's), easily dodges the slow and heavy
advances by the black pilot. Finally, Wedge dodges a strike, steps aside, and
shoots the black pilot's left arm off with his blaster. Blood spurts from the
pilot's open shoulder.

Wedge: Now stand aside, worthy adversary.

Black Pilot: 'Tis but a scratch.

Wedge: A SCRATCH? Your s-foil's off!

Black Pilot: No it isn't!

Wedge: Well what's that then? (pointing to the arm lying on the ground)

Black Pilot: I've had worse.

Wedge: You LIAR!

Black Pilot: Come on, you pansy!

There follows an even shorter foray, at the end of which Wedge easily shoots off
the black pilot's right "s-foil," causing it to drop to the ground. Blood
spatters freely from the stump.

Wedge: Victory is mine! (looks up to the sky) Thank the Maker.

He is kicked onto his side by the black pilot.

Black Pilot: Come on, then! (kicks Wedge again)

Wedge: (on the ground) What?!?

Black Pilot: (kicking him again) Have at you!

Wedge: (getting up) You are indeed brave, sir pilot, but the fight is mine!